All Chapters of Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sarah’s POVAfter the fair, things between Richard and me felt… different. We were still trying to figure out whatever this was, but I wasn’t carrying that old weight anymore. It was like, for the first time, I was actually seeing the side of him I’d always hoped to see. There was no tension, no carefulness, just us being us. And it felt good.A few days later, he showed up at my door with a grin, holding up a small flier for a cooking class.“Cooking class?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Since when do you cook?”He shrugged, feigning casualness, though I could tell he was nervous. “I figured, if I’m going to make it up to you, I should at least learn to make something better than instant ramen.”I couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, Chef Richard. Let’s see what you’ve got.”The cooking class was in this cozy, little kitchen downtown, where a cheerful instructor greeted us with aprons and a kitchen full of ingredients. The place smelled amazing—garlic, herbs, and fresh bread. I looke

Sarah's POVThe air outside had turned crisp and white. By the time we reached Richard’s place, the snow was falling in soft, heavy flakes. I loved that about the snow—the way it made the world feel like it was holding its breath, giving you a moment to pause, to savor.Richard unlocked the door, and we stepped inside, brushing snow from our coats. His place felt different tonight—warm, inviting, with the glow of a low light casting soft shadows. I felt myself relaxing as I looked around, taking in the little touches he’d added since I’d last seen it. There were throw blankets on the couch, a few more framed photos on the shelves. It felt… homey, almost as if he’d made it ready for someone.“You want tea or something warmer?” he asked, shrugging off his coat and giving me a half-smile.“Tea sounds perfect,” I said, letting my own coat fall onto the back of the couch as I wandered around, looking at the new photos he’d added. There were pictures of him and his friends, one with his

Sarah’s POV.After a night of laughter, sex, and unexpected closeness, the world seemed to pause, allowing the moment to stretch a little longer. I hadn’t felt this content in a while. It was like waking up in the middle of a perfect dream, warm and safe.The next morning. Richard stirred beside me on the couch, and I glanced over, a smile creeping onto my face. His hair was tousled, and he had that peaceful look on his face like everything in the world was finally right. I’d grown used to seeing Richard as this serious, nonchalant cold guy, but lately, there was this softer side of him I hadn’t fully noticed before. Or maybe he was just letting me see it now.A thought started bubbling in my mind, one I hadn’t dared entertain before now: could we make this work? This feeling between us was new, hopeful, and so different from what I’d expected. My heart raced a little faster as I imagined a life with Richard—a real, shared life, with all the messy, funny, warm moments that came wi

Sarah’s POVIt was crazy, wasn’t it? The idea of packing up my life here in Madrid, saying goodbye to everything I’d built, and just… going with Richard. But the thought of it had remained in my mind, and now it was all I could think about.Still, as much as I wanted to believe it could work, the thought of leaving my business, my friends, and all the memories I’d made here was hard. I stared out my office window, the city skyline was comforting like an old friend. Leaving felt like I’d be leaving part of myself behind.But then there was Richard.There was the way he looked at me like he really, truly saw me. There was the honesty in his eyes when he’d asked me to go with him, to build a life together. I couldn’t deny the pull I felt toward him, the desire to give us a real shot.That’s when Zoe’s knock on my office door snapped me out of my thoughts. She walked in, looking casual as ever, her warm smile easing my nerves a little.“So,” she said, taking a seat across from me and l

Sarah’s povAs I moved things around the living room, deciding which wall our old, oversized clock should go on, I noticed Richard watching me. He had this gentle smile that made me feel like I wasn’t just rearranging furniture—I was bringing a bit of warmth and color back into our lives.“Do you think the clock should go above the bookshelf?” I asked, stepping back to get a better view.He shrugged, that playful look in his eyes again. “I think you’ll know what feels right, Sarah. It’s your touch that’s making this place feel alive.”I chuckled. “Wow, you’ve become so agreeable. I don’t remember you being this flexible with decor before.”He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Maybe I wasn’t ready to see the place in a new way then. But now? Now, it’s different.”His words warmed my heart. It felt good to feel like I belonged here again, like he genuinely wanted me to make this house ours. As I adjusted a picture frame—one of us from the hike in Madrid —Richard moved behind me,